FETISHES
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Posted:Nov 13, 2013 1:13 am
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If I were to be asked to define fetish I’d say that it could be an object believed to be magical; quite often based on religious or other belief or culture alternatively it could be an obsession (reverence if you will) with something but mostly I believe it to be an object that becomes a sexual object this would include but not limited too certain body parts like feet.
I know way too many people who will describe a fetish as a fixation and obsessive preoccupation with something that should be frowned upon. You won’t easily find these people on sites such as this. In my personal view these people don’t laugh easily and they go through life pointing fingers at others.
I have never been in the BDSM scene – probably not so much by choice than by lack of opportunity or perhaps more vanilla inclined partners. This excludes the irregular requests by Desiree (who in the true sense of the Neill Diamond song with similar title was a bit older than I am and she was in a position of authority) to rough it up a bit. By this I took it to mean an extra hard nipple tweak, playing harder with her breasts, the odd slap on her lovely bare ass or perhaps in bending her legs back hard and far then really start pounding into her pussy – hard and unrelenting until she begged me to stop. Her pussy would forever make me think of a young rose with those incredibly well defined lips. Instinctively I knew that this was not because of a desire to be dominated but rather a need to have it rough – on her own terms. It was also an indication to me that she trusted me. I do not view this as a fetish in terms of my definition.
Sharon however has something about hands. Like most people would convey their urges, wants or needs by means of a kiss Sharon uses her hands…. Or mine. Sometimes during conversation she stops mid - sentence; looking visibly distracted grab my hand and start massaging it, play with my fingers or even simply staring at our hands without saying a word. The intensity or urgency of these actions is a very clear communication of her exact thoughts. Once during dinner in a very upmarket restaurant with friends and colleagues she simply grabbed my hand, pulled me from the table and said in my ear (not so silent either!”: “I want to be fucked good NOW!” This was an order to be obeyed at all costs….the bathrooms weren’t conducive; the car was too far away so the alley behind the restaurant’s kitchen had to suffice. We still smile about the fact that that we only smelled the dustbins after we finished and upon our return to the table every one was gaping but didn’t say a word until all the ladies flocked to the bathroom like they sometimes do…they came back flushed. In their absence John simply lifted his glass and toasted me. I felt good. Sharon’s hands are also a very good indication of the intensity of imminent orgasms. I once jokingly said it looked as if she was directing traffic….still don’t know if she liked the remark or not. I think its safe to say Sharon has a hand fetish….?
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THINGS WE DO 2: SRS GONE WRONG
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Posted:Sep 10, 2013 4:20 am
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2013 2:58 am
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Sex with M was incredibly intense without exception. Each and every time all my senses were put in overdrive. I suppose that is one the reasons – no THE reason why she was good. I also enjoyed the fact that without deliberately deciding to venture into tantric sex we were absolutely in sync, our breathing, skin touching kissing….everything so sensual and sexually intense.
But then Sex with M was always about the destination, yes the journey was incredible but once there you could almost hear the gears grinding whilst she was thinking: “what are we doing next?”. Always more, always different. The degrees that decorated her office walls were testimony that she was also intelligent and had another life. I simply loved the fact that her curiosity didn’t remain dreams but were given life and became fantasies, almost goals to be reached. In the sack we were incredibly compatible but in the real world – for lack of better word – we could hardly communicate. We always knew a relationship in the true sense of the word will not work for us, so in a sense sex was what kept us together and dominated our talks. Thinking back today she was my Free Electric Band girl. I assume we all need someone like that in our life to shape us.
M hated wearing a bra. Her nipples were somewhat large, and her breasts were perky, smallish but incredibly sensitive. Whenever she wanted my undivided attention she would press them against me and whisper something in my ear such as: “I’m going commando today….I want you to fuck me doggy style in the bathroom!” There would be no quarreling with her, there was always more than sufficient information with what I often saw as military like orders. For example, once I mentioned that the particular restaurant’s bathrooms were in full view of everyone. She simply grabbed my hand under the table and pressed them to the front of her pants and said: “Now!”.
When we went on holiday to Durban with friends of ours, our booking for the first night went wrong so we had to share a room with our friends John and Jennifer. M voiced her disappointment to me saying that she wanted to fuck my brains out to start our holiday in the right fashion. It wasn’t long however before she remarked with a naughty smile that it could still happen we would just have to be silent.
The room was rather large and had a double bed which was occupied by us, our friends John a big rugby player and Jennifer an equally sporty woman with an incredible taught body had to use a sleeper couch under the window. When at last after a couple of beers and tired of the long drive we decided to go to bed, M`s intentions with me were very clear. Once under the covers she quickly stripped off my rugby shorts that I so modestly put on. To this very day if I were ever blindfolded and had to guess who held my cock I will pick M correctly from a hundred others. There was no special grip or way she held me but it felt absolutely different, with a thousand promises each time she pressed on me. That night was no different with the exception that it soon became evident that John and Jen had similar plans. Soon all pretence was gone, each couple unashamedly busy with no modest play under the covers. There was this one moment, both girls on top - riding us with abandon that I realised that all 4 of us were looking at different things yet only concentrating quite selfishly on our own pleasure. Jen was quite vocal and I found myself listening to each gasp of air, each word she uttered in that heightened state of passion. As if in synchronized agreement both John and I turned our partners around to change positions. I assume both our intentions were clear up to that point which was to get a better view. This is where nature intervened. John farted and what followed was chaos. I burst out laughing, John joined me nervously at first, Jen - evidently embarrassed - first reaction was to slap John but almost immediately thereafter started giggling too. M clearly did not hear the fart and found herself spread eagled in an unusual position with the three of us laughing and co – incidentally also looking at her. It took me a while to explain to her why we were laughing. Needless to say our impromptu and unplanned same room sex session was ended just there.
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THE THINGS WE SOMETIMES DO WITH/TO OUR LOVERS:1
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Posted:Sep 3, 2013 1:45 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2017 1:39 pm
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What is a blog if you cant share some past experiences? Well I`ve decided to share some of those typical things we do to or with our lovers that make for those special memories.
Although this first one slightly different but still in the same category.
The one thing I dislike about these business trips is the eating alone in restaurants. On this particular Wednesday night in a cold and windy Cape Town I found a cozy little Indian Restaurant in a very glitzy suburb. The food was delicious but the Irish Coffee I ordered at the end of the meal just wasn’t what I expected, so I decided to go to the bar I saw around the corner for a night cap. Once there, my eyes took a while to get accustomed to the darkness. The place had a nice buzz but wasn’t too overcrowded. I ordered my whiskey and retracted to a chair and table in the back so as to observe the people, a hobby that I indulge in when on these trips.
My Zippo lighter did not flame with the first attempt so my attention was focused on the flint which was almost finished before I noticed her standing next to me cigarette in hand obviously waiting for me to offer the lighter to her. She didn’t say a word only touched my hand lightly as she bent forward to light her cigarette. Her touch – light as it was - was like an electric current. Involuntary I caught my breath and when she looked up with that coy smile to thank me it felt as if she looked deep, deep into my soul. Now, I’m not known for having the gift of the gab but I stuttered! That was new to me. In the end I simply said “my pleasure”. She was one of those fortunate individuals who had class, sex appeal and confidence with an almost coquettish straight shooter attitude that drew people like a magnet.
By the time she came for the lighter again I regained my composure and struck up conversation. It wasn’t too long before her husband joined us. He was equally confident with a very dry sense of humor dressed like someone who came directly from the office. Smart but not over dressed. It wasn’t long before the first shooters arrived and the conversation was flowing lightly. Gary appeared to accept the very obvious fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes of Linda and she perfected the art of flirting.
It didn’t take much convincing to get me to agree to finish off with Irish coffee at their place. Their big apartment was very modern, overlooking the sea. We all gathered in the open plan kitchen whilst Gary was preparing what he described as his masterpiece of all aphrodisiacs. Whilst he was busy Linda leaned into him from the back and kissed his neck. Gary reached back and got hold of her incredibly sexy ass and pulled her even closer to him. My eyes were fixed solidly on her ass when she turned around. She picked up on my gaze and I didn’t even attempt to hide it. Back in the sitting room sipping on our Irish Coffees the banter turned very sexy. They were constantly touching each other on sensitive if not erogenous places. Their touching was unlike those of teenagers and I won’t describe it as groping yet it became evident that Linda basked in the attention. Our discussion moved from sport stars to fantasies. Linda became ever so slightly flushed in her neck as the discussion proceeded. Gary was obviously pushing all the right buttons. I didn’t hear the question spoken out loudly but in the same fashion of lovers who have been together for a time there was look that passed between the two of them when Linda said: “OK you may tell him” Gary then proceeded to tell me about their fantasy of being watched. I reciprocated and told them of my voyeuristic nature, also told them of my experience blogged on in Botanical mischief.
Their touching became more intense; almost more obvious perhaps more direct is an apt description. By this time my own hard on felt more prominent than ever. “Do you want him to watch?” Andy`s question was directed at her but also served as notice to me that whatever follows I will be an inactive participant. I was fine with that. Linda looked directly at me and directed Andy`s hand to her breast in a gesture not so implied as consent but rather as indication of a hunger that was very evident in her whole being. Andy didn’t just go through the motions his attention to detail and skill in touching the right places distinguished him as a master in the art of arousal. Linda`s transformation was truly amazing. The sexy almost coy girl who could stand her own in the art of flirting became a tiger. There was no attempt to hide her lust. Her breathing changed. Her mouth was an invitation for passion. She was glowing. Seemingly unhindered by clasps and zips Andy soon had her naked. Before I could feast my eyes on her body my eyes met Lindas. We became locked and I started to loose myself in those depths. She had opened the windows to her soul. Wanted – no raher dared me to see, to look into her and discover her urges. Almost raw lust was evident. I tore my eyes from hers. My gaze explored her body. Nipples hard, perfectly colored on her tits that seemed joyously bigger without the constraints of clothing. Ahh and then her pussy! I could write sonnets about the promises held by those lips, swollen by lust and glistening in silky smoothness.
Andy was working his magic. My own throbbing hard on was a mere reminder that I was not experiencing an astral projection. I had moved closer to utilize as many of my senses as possible. At some stage I was even bold enough as to propose a different angle or position. Each time it was evident that they both enjoyed this slight change to the game plan.
I left some time later after having received a blow job – one that will probably have me smiling fondly in memory even on my death bed. I was indeed privileged to be part of a fantasy and to have shared. The things we do with our lovers!!
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THE LABYRINTH
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Posted:May 17, 2013 2:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2017 1:46 pm
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In Greek mythology, the Labyrinth was an elaborate structure designed and built by legendary artificers. Its function was to hold mythical creatures.
In colloquial English, labyrinth is generally synonymous with maze but many contemporary scholars observe a distinction between the two.
To me personally, a labyrinth has a definate mythical ambience offering a true sense of being when you are in balance with yourself and surroundings. There is one such labyrinth close to me in a very secluded and isolated little enclave on the Northern side of the Outeniqua mountains. The area here is known as the Klein Karoo a semi arid area. I found this labyrinth in a resort area purely by chance whilst doing an aerial survey. It was incredibly well built with many wine bottles and rock in an extremely artful lay out. It was obviously built a very long time ago. In the centre the audio feedback and resonance really enhances the mythical atmosphere.
It was here, about half an hours drive from where we were supposed to have dinner that I brought her. She is a true natures caught up in the rigid confines of a professional job, the cold reality of a modern day loveless marriage where money is everything and two teenage requiring constant attention in a small town setting. We have been friends – fuckbuddies if you will – for a very long time
With us, fucking is more than going at it like rabbits. It is incredibly intense; every time leaving something to be reminisced about for a long time afterwards. Especially so as the opportunities we get are few and far inbetween and usually as a result of skilled and detailed planning a long time in advance.
Winter has not set in fully, the thick blanket set out in the middle of the labyrinth was more to protect our naked bodies from the sand and stones than for protection against the cold. The moonlight reflected light green from the wine bottles. Her nipples dark and hard against the pale skin of her breasts. I had an urge to almost manhandle them. I don’t know why we were whispering but my groan sounded harder than it was – almost an echo - when she bit my lip – hard when I entered her. She was on top, ours eyes locked. Her wetness causing lapping sounds as our bodies became one filled the labyrinth and resounded back to us almost doubling in volume. All we had to do is listen and simply give over to primeval urges. Intensity soon surrendered to nothing other than raw fucking.
Afterwards I resisted the urge to ask her about the tears and simply poured the red wine into the single glass we were sharing still naked on the blanket in the middle of the labyrinth.
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CRACKS IN THE CRYSTAL BALL
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Posted:Apr 25, 2013 2:42 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2013 1:39 am
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The afternoon sun is shining into the relatively small room. Discarded school uniforms are strewn on the floor and on the desk. Her white cotton panties have a flowery pattern and is slightly moved to the side revealing her mound and hair slightly darker than the hair flowing over her sporty shoulders with the clear tan lines of her tennis dress which is lying amongst the school uniforms next to her school sports bag.
Her breasts are perky, nipples hard and erect, in my schoolboy rush I alternate between her breasts and running my fingers through her pubes after I hastily removed her panties.
She takes a bottle of body lotion and put a lot of it in the palm of her hand. It smells of coconut. Gently she takes my cock and massages it with the lotion whilst she intensely studies my reaction and watches my throbbing cock in her hand, she smiles as I gasp trying to prolong the inevitable she calls me gently by my pet name urging me to come and come hard for her, instructing me to maintain eye contact.
This is what I reminisce about whilst a tear runs down my cheek unashamedly with no concern that other road users may see a grown man crying behind the wheel of his muddy 4x4 exiting the airport. To top it all a Jim Steinman song written for Bonny Taylor brought about fresh memories of my high school sweet heart. We maintained contact ever since we broke up 25 years or so ago during my second year at university. We even had a couple of dirty weekends shortly after we both ventured into absolutely different lifestyles. This was renewed when our respective families started to grow apart aided by facebook and other social media. The last time was unforgettable but it didn’t end well. It was somehow a sad goodbye at the airport. She was about to get divorced and had to break the news to her sons.
I don’t know if she did that as last week she was involved in a fatal car crash, her youngest was with her in the car. When I shook his bandaged hand at the funeral his eyes - her eyes – searched mine, burned deeply into my soul, seeking signs of recognition in the eyes of a teary eyed stranger. I did not say a word and immediately left for the air port.
We had so many dreams, now the crystal ball is cracked
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QUIVER
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Posted:Mar 27, 2013 5:50 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2013 1:33 am
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1.quivering present participle of quiv•er (Verb)1. Tremble or shake with a slight rapid motion.
2. (of a person, a part of their body, or their voice) Tremble with sudden strong emotion.
In follow up to the previous post.
Well the pub had a very nice vibe to it. The patrons were all smiling & laughing, evidently enjoying themselves and loving the atmosphere. The play list that I provided to the DJ, though no one but the DJ knew of my involvement in the music,went down very well. He however put his own spin on the playlist and it was evident this guy was very good at providing entertainment.
I did not have to wait too long before they arrived. He was looking as assured and sporty as I`ve seen him on the golf course on previous occasions. She however was absolutely gorgeous, definitely not what you would call pretty, however she oozed sex appeal. She was evidently so comfortable with and in herself that her confident smile mesmerized every one. She was clearly aware of this effect she had on people and accepted it gracefully. I wanted to look her in the eye when they approached but my eyes were drawn to her breasts and her thighs almost instantaneously. I still don’t know if I was able to hide the lust in my eyes from her and others that were watching who they were meeting. I also don’t think she bought the story of me meeting them there as purely chance, her eyes had that mischievous twinkle when we greeted. She clearly enjoyed being waited on by the two of us, her every need catered for speedily. After the tequilas I provided her with her customary cigarette – she doesn’t smoke but always has 1 cigarette after the first tequila – which was gallantly lighted by her hubby. She mentioned how much she loved being spoilt when her hubby remarked that it is only the start. If she didn’t do it before she clearly put two and two together then and knew where this was going. From there our flirting and attention had very definite sexual undertones and later when these were becoming almost too urgent we left for the lodge and the Jacuzzi.
Once there it was incredibly natural. No awkwardness at all. Our actions followed easily; our urges guided mainly by her wants and needs which we catered for to the best of our ability. She was the absolute centre of our attention and we gave it all, our best! We started in the Jacuzzi – obviously all naked – and she took both our cocks 1 in each hand asif it was the most natural and common thing to do. That first vision of her fingers around me, the feeling of her touch is a vision of beauty. My first thought then is still vivid in my mind. I though that I will take this feeling in a 100 years to the grave still smiling. I felt like Conan the Barbarian – invincible! The lyrics to Queens’ Who wants to live forever could easily have been written by me then.
We fucked, again and again in every conceivable position. We rested many times over just to start fucking again. The whole time her pleasure was the main aim, the objective if you like. Yet in giving her pleasure and realizing their fantasy I can rarely remember ever having so much fun, so much enjoyment.
I woke up in the bed where we all fell asleep in a heap of bodies. I had no idea how long I slept but I woke refreshed with a morning glory of note when I felt it. It was her leg against mine, trembling lightly. I looked at her and she was awake. She smiled and on my question if she was ok replied that was still quivering from the shear pleasure. I turned around bend down and gently parted her pussy lips with my tongue…..
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ICE BREAKERS
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Posted:Mar 12, 2013 12:27 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2013 1:34 am
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Have been chatting with this incredibly nice couple for quite some time now. Its her birthday this weekend and I have been included in the celebrations. I am to meet them at a very trendy and vibey bar following a dinner they will be having. She does not know that the meeting is planned and will think its all chance.
I was requested by her hubby to ensure that the ice breakers are in place for a pleasant evening leading up to a whole night of unadulterated pleasure where she is the main attraction and needs to be spoilt ending with a MFM she will never forget.
I have ensured that the music played at the bar will be mostly 80`s rock including music of U2 , The Offspring, Cure and others from that era. A table is reserved ideally located at a spot where she can observe most patrons and sufficient supply of her favorite teqiuila is ensured. From there we will move to a nearby lodge that advertises a jacuzzi in each room. I went there today, the place is really well kept and the manager is willing to go the extra mile ensuring that the bar is stocked with our favourite beverages. I will also make sure that there are scented candles for the room and jacuzzi and some proper massage oils.
Any inputs or ideas that arent over the top will be appreciated.
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BOTANICAL MISCHIEF
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Posted:Sep 27, 2012 1:36 am
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2013 5:17 am
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Whilst considering if I should share an experience my mind went back to a meet in Cape Town that I attended (arranged by a different site)not too long ago where one of the ladies remarked that no one blogs anymore, is this true?
Well during the same time of the meet in Cape Town (which I attended whilst on a business trip) I had some time on my hands and decided to go to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. When I entered the parking lot it began raining, evidently most people expected this as the place was almost deserted. I decided to have a coffee in the cafeteria and see if it clears up.
After my second coffee the rain changed to a very light drizzle and I decided to take a chance and wandered on one of the many paths no really knowing where it leads. Fortunately the rain abated. Some time later I found myself in an area where there was a little stream and some old trees. This is where I heard the sound - almost alveolar followed by what I thought was a gasp for air. I immediately thought someone may have slipped because of the rain and injured themselves so I approached the general direction somewhat carefully and saw the couple amongst some boulders. He was standing, his denims lying on the ground next to his shoes but still wearing his T Shirt. Her skirt was around her waist and breasts hanging free from an unbuttoned shirt propped up against a boulder with what appeared to be a jacket to protect her back from the rock. Both appeared to be (incredibly good looking) late thirties.
I stood in amazement. This was no mere quickie or shag in the bushes. It was more of an intense fucking session bordering on love making. The couple evidently knew each other very well, no fumbling no tentative movements. His strokes were long and deliberate her thrusts anticipated each stroke; she grabbed his ass pulling him harder to quicken his stroke as it became more intense. He had her breast in his hand nipple between forefinger and thumb applying enough pressure to be pleasurable. When they kissed it was passionate.
By now I wanted to get away and leave them some privacy, feeling like an intruder gawking at their passion. I however remained captivated. Possibly because of the voyeur in me. I was close enough to see her hardened nipples and even saw that her dark pubic hair was very neatly trimmed. Even though I made no real effort to hide I was not sure if they were aware of my presence. She came seconds before he did and they remained together for quite some time after which she lifted her head from his shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and smiled. Satisfaction and exhilaration making her eyes shine almost mischievously.
I returned the smile and without a thought bowed lightly in their direction before I left them to enjoy their post coital bliss in privacy.
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WHAT GAVE US AWAY?!?
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Posted:Apr 18, 2012 6:27 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2012 4:25 am
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What gave us away when we re entered the room
It was NOT the fact that I was following three steps behind upon re - entering
It was NOT our sneaking out seconds apart moments before
It was NOT my sheepish grin when I came back into the room
It was NOT her hair which I ran my fingers through seconds before
It was NOT that we could possibly be seen by some patrons outside the restaurant
It was NOT the slite smudge of semen next to her lips
It WAS the dirt on her knees from kneeling in front of me when I received the BJ of my life!!!!!!!!!
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KISS & TELL: an ode
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Posted:Apr 15, 2012 1:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2013 5:17 am
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This is a re - post of an article I posted some time ago. This weekend I received an SMS enquiring How I am and these same thoughts surfaced again. I simply had to share them here.
Not being a sentimental person in general today must be
an exception. My thoughts keep running back to my first
Gay Hookup Zone friend.
Even though she informed me that she deregistered after
our third meeting and she may not read this, I simply have
to share it with like minded people.
Why did I like our encounters so much that my thoughts keep
running back? I think it is somewhat obvious - the sex was
incredibly good.
After initial contact and some mails followed with exchanging
it wasn't long before our first meet
was set up. As good practise would require it was at a neutral
public place. She chose well, the deck of the restaurant
overlooked a pond, it later transpired that water turns
us both on.
Here comes the beauty of it all. The honesty we both displayed
about age, looks, physical appearance and requirements
paid dividends. My appreciation for her being very straitforward
regarding her needs including do`s and dont`s and the directness
of her questions could only be repaid by me being being equally
honest. We both could not afford to have issues with trust.
Afterall we were both in the same boat.
She is my senior by some years and can be described as a Milf. For some reason I cannot really explain I do not like this term
- but that is besides the point. Physically she really looks
well after herself and she keeps fit with a very strenuous
exercise program. Her sense of humor is reflected in the
way she smiles.
The only question remaining question was about sexual
compatibility. This was quickly answered when she invited
me for dinner.
Dinner was lovely and unhurried with a bottle of red wine
and good music. When we ended up in bed compatibility was
no problem. Nothing about the quickies and awkwardness
sometimes encountered when you sleep with a person for
the first time. She tasted wonderful, I realise now that
her diet played a roll in this. When I left very early the
following morning we were both spent.
We met again about 5 or 6 times thereafter and once or twice
only for coffee. There were some fantasies we discussed
and still wanted to share. However during our last chat
she indicated that she met up with a nice guy. This brought
about some changes in her life and is developing in a stable
and predominantly exclusive relationship.
I will be lying if I say I was not disappointed to a certain
extent. Knowing that eventually our mutual exploits would
come to an end it is always an implied, if not explicit term,
that discretion and respect for the other persons needs
is not negotiable.
If there is one thing that I have learned it is that most people
do the things they do for a particular reason which is mainly
to satisfy a need/requirement they may subjectively have
at a specific point in time. Others may deem this selfish
or even wrong, I dont. I have learnt to appreciate this in
people that I encounter on a regular basis
I will always look back at our time with a smile and be thankful
for what I have learned and experienced
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Christian Louboutin
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Posted:Apr 11, 2012 6:19 am
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2013 5:24 am
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It was after a recent chat with an extremely nice couple that I was talked into blogging, something that I avoided as I viewed is as way too much admin. I am still not convinced and will rather share my experiences and views on certain aspects rather than blogging about who I am and what I need/want. This may turn out to be very irregular blog postings.
Well my chat evolved to items of clothing and accessories we all wear that makes us feel good, and the description “fuck me pumps” came up. That made me reminisce about an event that I want to share in my first blog. Hence the heading.
I just came home from a very long stint in a Muslim country and visiting our neighboring town I stopped for a cold beer in a local Pub. Well as it goes I was on my second Heineken when the two girls walked in. Both early 40`s and well manicured. They sat close to me at the horseshoe shaped bar and ordered dry white wine. Like I always do - I had a look at their ankles (I am an ankles man) and immediately realised the brunette closest to me was wearing Louboutin shoes. They were just seated when Brunette’s friends mobile rang. After the call she hastily excused herself with a promise to be back shortly.
I looked up and my eyes met with Brunettes - I smiled, looked at the two glasses of wine and said something about her having to finish both glasses, she smiled and remarked how uncomfortable she felt sitting alone in a pub. Being the gentleman I am (wink) I moved closer and remarked that the world was supposed to have moved on from those typical chauvinistic preconceived notions held by some. Our conversation was light and flowed with ease. We were only interrupted by the efficient barman regularly seeing our glasses remain filled and a single SMS from her friend apologizing for the fact that she won’t be able to return. The whole time this sexual current flowing between us was undeniably strong.
As it always happen when you have fun; time flies! It was already dark when we left the place, our cars standing alone in an otherwise deserted parking lot behind the building. Gentlemanly I walked her to her car and opened the door for her when we simultaneously remarked on the nice time we’ve had. How it happened or who initiated it I don’t know but the kiss was urgent and hard, my hand under dress felt the promising warm silky moist. Somehow the restraints of my jeans were gone and I entered her, panties moved to the side. She had one leg lifted into the car for easy access and we kept eye contact until simultaneously our knees buckled with pleasure. Moments after that she mumbled she had to leave, I stood there, almost dazed still struggling with my pants. She was about 10 metres away when she called me back, window rolled down. I thought YES she is going to give me her number, instead she gave me a nice warm kiss and simply said “thank you” before driving away. I have never seen her again though I still search….
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